A fleeing moment

 

A mere fleeing moment

 

 

 We are just here for a fleeing moment in time

Our existence in relation to the universe

Lasts about as long as a shooting star

In relation to a human life

You have to wonder what the point of human life is

You have to wonder why only so short time has been us granted

 

If our short life is like the bulb that blows

To light up and disappear within a fraction of a second

Then what’s the point of devoting that life to

Collecting material possessions and stacking money

That you can’t take with you, anyway

Things that only cause you grief and pain

When you lose them

 

What the point of spending your short life

Worrying about money, the best return, the highest profit,

Losing a penny, who steals my money…

When you know, in the end it’s all futile

 

What’s the point of buying a new car

A Mercedes because the neighbour got a Lexus                            

Simply to show off and then worry if you can afford it

 

What is it that really matters to you?

People? Money?

Putting on a gorilla suit doesn’t make you king of the jungle

You come from nothing, you go to nothing

What have you lost? Nothing!

Stock pile your money and your material goods

And you have lost…everything!

                                                        

In the end you are going to lose it all

So why not collect something valuable, instead

Say, experience in how to make your life better

And then pass on your experience rather than your money

You will be remembered longer, by more people that way

For something much better

And less painful

 

Would you rather be remembered for your money

For being a cheap-skate

A penny pincher

A back-stabber

Or for your kindness, your generosity, your sincerity

Your love…

You want to devote your fleeing life

clinging to material possession

With pain and worries because you know you will lose it all

Or you want to live your life with joy, happiness, free of pain

And in balance with yourself and your surrounding?

 

Your life is a mere fraction of a second

In universal time

You are busy wasting it all away with worries

Pressure, stress, obligations

Allow yourself to feel good – change the way you think

 

There is no miracle cure and it is going to take some work

But nobody cares about a shooting star that doesn’t shine

Get your priorities straight

Sort out your life

And then live a better one